Halloween Party by R.L. Stine

you to enjoy yourselves.”
    â€œEverything’s perfect,” Terry said, talking to distract himself from the way he was feeling. “The food, the music, the lights. You’ve thought of everything. You and your uncle.”
    â€œAs a matter of fact, Uncle Philip’s up in the attic now,” she said, “preparing a few extra surprises.”
    â€œHow’d you ever dream all this stuff up?” Terry asked.
    â€œWe’ve had a long time to think about it,” said Justine. “But enough questions. Let’s just enjoy the music—and each other.”
    She pressed even closer to him, and for a moment Terry forgot everything except the scent and closeness of Justine.
    The tape ended and the dancers broke apart. Justine squeezed Terry’s hand and went to put on a new tape.
    Guiltily, Terry realized that Niki was standing by the fire, staring at him. She didn’t look jealous, or even angry, but there was a strange, unreadable expression on her face.
    Alex said something to her, and Niki shook her head. She started to cross over to where Terry was, but stopped suddenly, her eyes wide with surprise.
    Everyone heard a tremendous thumping at the door—along with a growling roar from farther away.
    The noise was so intense that Niki picked up the vibrations. Her mouth dropped open and she turned toward the front of the room.
    Ricky pulled open the door, and the roaring became a deafening blast of sound.
    Then, as everyone watched in shock, two gleaming motorcycles bombed right into the living room!

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    A ll Terry and the others could do at first was stare in shock at the motorcycles. The riders were dressed in leather jackets and pants, and their faces were completely covered with shiny black helmets.
    â€œOh, wow!” someone yelled over the thunderous noise.
    â€œRad! Really rad!” Ricky shouted, his idea of a funny comment.
    The whole crazy scene reminded Terry of the movie Animal House , which he and Niki had rented a few weeks before. That movie had a guy riding a motorcycle up and down the stairs.
    Was this another of Justine’s “surprises”? Terry wondered, enjoying the crazy, chaotic scene.
    With a final roar, the two bikers cut their machines. The sudden quiet was almost deafening.
    The bigger of the two riders removed his helmetand got off the bike. With a sinking feeling, Terry saw that it was Bobby McCorey. Bobby’s eyes were bloodshot and he had a nasty expression on his face. “Nice party,” he said sarcastically.
    â€œYeah,” agreed Marty Danforth, the other rider. He twirled his helmet in his hands as he checked out the room. “Great place you got here. Too bad we had to knock so loud.”
    â€œFor some reason the door was locked,” Bobby added. “It’s almost like you didn’t want us.”
    Justine stepped forward, her face a mask of fury. “Get out of here,” she said in an icy voice.
    â€œGet out?” said Bobby. “We just got here.”
    â€œI told you you weren’t invited,” Justine said. She didn’t sound frightened at all, Terry noticed, but was so angry her voice was shaking.
    â€œYeah, well, we told you we don’t like to be left out of things,” Bobby said, forcing a tough-guy sneer on his face.
    Now Philip stepped quickly to the center of the room. “Who are these young men?” he asked Justine.
    â€œTwo clowns from the high school,” Justine told him. “They’re not on the list.”
    Philip approached Bobby and Marty. He had an expression on his face like a teacher who was disappointed with his class. Terry could see that Philip didn’t realize how mean Bobby and Marty could be.
    â€œIf you leave right now,” said Philip, “I won’t call the police.”
    â€œHear that?” Marty asked Bobby, his sneer frozen in place like a bad Elvis imitator. “He won’t call the police.” Both